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Jul 29, 2020 20:29:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2020 20:29:45 GMT -7
 Summer 2024 Age 16
Becoming an animagus was like breathing to Druids. There were some that weren't, but it was as common as their read hair. Maybe it was their connection with the world. Maybe it was because there were so many people to help guide you. Either way, it was practically a rite of passage.
Freya's own journey was long and annoying. She'd had to "restart" several times because of the mandrake leaf, or that time she accidentally exposed the potion to the sun... That was fun. It had been a long, looooong year of work (yes, a year.. cause she kept screwing up). Before finally, at long last, the perfect storm blew in and she was ready. She took several minutes to just relish in the storm, getting soaked but not caring. it was FINALLY time.
A potion down, an incantation muttered. And her body changed, shrinking, twisting.
And minutes later she as flying through the trees, leaping from branch to branch, nimble arms and legs propelling her. She was a small, golden lion tamarin. A monkey. Very fitting for such a mischievous soul.
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